Jean by Tom Riccioni

As I meander blue through your garden,
I am observing the flora that you nurtured
you have become like the crumbling flower,
leaving our sight but making way for rise

Jean, you are turning into everything

As I am using the hands that you gave me,
potpourri perfumes me into your delight
you spoke of lions, witches and wardrobes,
in the epoch of the morning agile we take flight

Jean, you are turning into everything

I don’t know what I am
Nothing is on your hands
I am the sum of your love
A family trees is the heart of a forest

As I am forming in some kind of self
your orchids open into the painters well
as you are stroking celestial bodies
your seedlings wonder deeper through this house

Jean, you are turning into everything

I don’t know what I am
Nothing is on your hands
I am the sum of your love
A family trees is the heart of a forest

Jean, what have I done?
will I become like you?
will i make way for rise?

Jean, you are turning into everything

• Folk
• Folk. Singer-Songwriter
• alt-folk
• folk
• freak folk
• singer-songwriter
• Melbourne